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As Long As I'm With You
02:30
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You like warmer weather and the blowing of an ocean breeze.
I think nothing’s better than the color of an autumn leaf.
But I don’t mind if you don’t mind a different point of view,
’cause it’s mighty fine doing life as long as I’m with you.
You like five-star restaurants and wearing finer things.
I like a plate of tater tots and a worn-out pair of jeans.
But I don’t mind if you don’t mind a different point of view,
’cause it’s mighty fine doing life as long as I’m with you.
You like to take the fast lane, and I like to take it slow.
But as long as we’re together, there’s no telling how far we’ll go.
But I don’t mind if you don’t mind a different point of view,
’cause it’s mighty fine doing life as long as I’m with you.
It’s mighty fine doing life as long as I’m with you.
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There's a little less hair on the top of my head,
and a little more stuck to the sink.
My memory is fading, eyesight is failing,
making it easy to see
that I'm more like, I’m more like the man I thought I'd never be.
My temper is quicker, waistline is thicker,
and I'm finding it hard to believe
I buy shoes made for comfort, ’cause when both of your feet hurt,
you choose orthopedic relief.
Yes, I'm more like, I’m more like the man I thought I'd never be
I’m in more of a hurry, and sometimes I worry
when life isn’t just as it seems.
But not long ago there was a fork in the road
and a change to the way that I think.
I’m still scared of the silence, but when it gets quiet
I stay though I’d much rather leave.
And I am more sentimental and tear up a little
when my wife and I both now agree
that I'm more like, I’m more like the man I thought I'd never be.
The man I thought I'd never be.
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I Wish That I Was Him
03:45
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There’s a girl I call my daughter that doesn’t carry my last name.
The man she calls her father lives twenty miles away.
Every other week or so he comes knocking at my door.
She climbs into his pickup truck, and they take off down the road.
He calls her every evening just before she goes to bed
to tell her that he loves her in case she may forget.
I hear her laugh from down the hall before they say goodnight,
and I try but can’t imagine what that kind of love feels like.
I wish that I was him.
He gets every moment that I’ll miss
But could it be when he thinks of me the same words cross his lips:
I wish that I was him.
There will come a day, not far away, when she starts a brand-new life.
In a little church, I can picture her dressed from head to toe in white.
With our friends and family gathered there, the tears might fill my eyes.
’Cause I know just who she’s gonna choose to walk her down the aisle.
I wish that I was him.
He gets every moment that I’ll miss
But could it be when he thinks of me the same words cross his lips:
I wish that I was him.
She may be his flesh and blood and the apple of his eye,
but I only pray she’ll know some day I’ve loved her like she’s mine.
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Are you thinking of leaving just to remedy your pain,
convinced the ache you’re feeling will never go away?
Well, before you pull the trigger, I hope you find that’s not the case
and know that if you go how the world is gonna change.
There’s a reason that you’re breathing, and if only you could see
that life’s a gift you’ve been given with every second you receive.
It isn’t crazy to believe you were made for greater things.
There’s a reason that you’re breathing.
Though some have gone before you feeling just the same,
suffering in silence—but you don’t have to live that way.
Take a step back from the ledge long enough; it’s clear to see
the lens through which you’re looking hides the ground beneath your feet.
There’s a reason that you’re breathing, and if only you could see
that life’s a gift you’ve been given with every second you receive.
It isn’t crazy to believe you were made for greater things.
There’s a reason that you’re breathing.
In the face of all the chaos that might be running through your mind,
I hope there is a moment when you’re strong enough to find
there’s a reason that you’re breathing, and if only you could see
that life’s a gift you’ve been given with every second you receive.
It isn’t crazy to believe you were made for greater things.
There’s a reason that you’re breathing.
There’s a reason that you’re breathing.
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Do you tend to talk when there’s nothing to say?
Has it proven a difficult habit to break?
And you know that confession is just empty words
when half of the lesson is yet to be learned.
They say actions speak louder than words ever will.
If that’s true, then it goes without saying.
In a world full of sound is there a place to be found
where it’s okay to have nothing to say?
Is it possible that were just all insecure,
or the sound of the silence is hard to endure?
So you say to yourself time and again
that silence is golden but still hope that it ends.
They say actions speak louder than words will ever will.
If that’s true, would you mind please explaining?
In a world full of sound, is there a place to be found
where it’s okay to have nothing to say?
Do you pour out your heartache praying to God,
unload the questions and problems you got,
and hope that He’s listening, afraid that He’s not,
scared that the ceiling is just where it stops?
They say actions speak louder than words will ever will.
If that’s true, what am I truly saying?
In a world full of sound is there a place to be found
where it’s okay to have nothing to say?
It’s okay to have nothing—
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Anthony Quails Chattanooga, Tennessee
In his own words, Anthony Quails “can’t get away from being a storyteller.” As a troubadour with over 20 years of songwriting experience, Quails taps into folk tradition while imparting his own gentle insights to create songs that feel timeless and universal without being trite. ... more
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